Ali wasn't certain if Mave was trying to trick these men or if she truly was impressed. The large ex-soldier wasn't quite as tall as Ali, but he was likely heavier than the farmboy by half. He wondered for a moment if he was jealous as Mave and the man leaned in to each other, but one look at the women glaring at Mave and he knew he didn't quite feel how they looked. 

"Well we trust you," Mave said sweetly. "What is it, good sir? I love fireside tales." 

The apparently Murandian Guardsman smiled and whispered to her and Ali, cupping his mouth with one hand to keep the other women from reading his lips which only enraged them further. It gave Ali flashbacks to Emonds Field where'd joke with some of his friends and the girls he'd been speaking to seemed to get annoyed. It was like a slap in the face. 

"You heard of the Damona Mountains ay? Up north of here." He said, placing a hand on Ali's shoulder as he spoke. "Jagged mountains near impassable to...well pass. I've heard tell of some strange and unique treasures up that way. Best to ware where you trek up there. Most places not on the main path end up in dead ends or sheer drops." 

"Oh we simply must go!" Mave exclaimed to Ali with bright eyes, and even though he knew it was an act it had him blushing. Her eyes whipped from Ali to Darius. "Sir, do you know anyone who would come with us? If we can't find the horn, we need something for the dowry so we could finally be wed. And well, we're kind of thirsting for adventure..." 

"You two seem to be the type," He laughed, and waved over two other Hunters who had been trying to garner the women's attention with little success. There was a tall, lanky man with a topknot and one eye covered in a patch. A borderlander it seemed. The way he moved, Ali would not wish to catch himself fighting this one knife to knife. The other man was Altaran, with dark eyes and curly black hair. He seemed cheerful and full of jest. Somehow Ali still found him somewhat intimidating and he couldn't quite figure out why. 

"This here is Tanil and Deslan. No two finer hunters of the horn will you find this side of the westerlands. So lads, feel like trekking up to the mountains for a spot?"